President

They pull our strings

The animals

They blind, they breed the hate

Under their wing

We're scientist

We swallow what they think



For all you lonely boys

I will be president

In all you sons of men

I can be accident



Most fall in line

They do the dance

And salute the safest thing

Bought with their lives

Cry and socialize

And throw all the beauty away



For all you lonely boys

I will be president

In all you sons of men

I can be accident